Rat King - Full of Hell

Contention.

Eyes listless in the swell of aging flesh

Constantly haunted by reflections of the life you could never lead

You’re not climbing any ladder.

You’re binding in forevermore

There are woodworms eating through

Everything that defines you as you

There are holes in every aspect of your current being

It’s a failing institution and a lack of egress

Now you move more like a spider, bound like a filthy rat

At the end of this road, you will find nothing

I can see it and I can feel it.

Loosening the hinges on reality